Love messes you up and makes you do strange things.
Pie makes everybody happy.
I don't just use yarn from a store. I buy old sweaters from consignment shops. The older the better, and unravel them. There are countries of women in this scarf/shawl/blanket. Soon it will be big eno...
I am an owl, bird of the night. I see everything. I know everything.
Don't expect to make a difference unless you speak up for yourself.
There is something about Christmas that requires a rug rat. Little kids make Christmas fun. I wonder if could rent one for the holidays. When I was tiny we would by a real tree and stay up late drinki...
No. Absolutely not. I forbid it. You'll have nightmares. She was my friend! You must allow me. Why are you so horrid? As soon as the angry words were out of my mouth, I knew I had gone too far. Matild...
Keep breathing. It took a few minutes but I won. The grey pulled away from my eyes in ribbons and whispered that it would be back soon.
Until then we're going to keep making memories like this, moments when we're the only two people in the whole world. And when we get scared or lonely or confused, we'll pull out these memories and wra...
I knit the afternoon away. I knit reasons for Elijah to come back. I knit apologies for Emma. I knit angry knots and slipped stitches for every mistake I ever made, and I knit wet, swollen stitches th...
I have to go. Boss hasthis weird idea that I should actually work while he’s payingme.
I am trapped with Andy Evans.
It's Nathaniel Hawthorne Month in English. Poor Nathaniel. Does he know what they've done to him? We're reading The Scarlet Letter one sentence at a time, tearing it up and chewing on its bones.It's a...
Eating was hard.Breathing was hard. Living was hardest.
Most life is spent doing things we don't want to do.
Melancholy held me hostage, and the bees built a hive of sadness in my soul.
I want to eat like a normal person eats, but I needto see my bones or I will hate myself even more and Imight cut out my heart or take every pill that was evermade.
Welcome to the only class that will teach you how to survive. Welcome to Art.
She cannot chain my soul. Yes, she could hurt me. She'd already done so...I would bleed, or not. Scar, or not. Live, or not. But she could not hurt my soul, not unless I gave it to her.
I can see us, living in the woods, her wearing that A, me with a S maybe, S for silent, S for stupid, for scared. S for silly. For shame.